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Moriarty: The Master, huh? What exactly are you “master” of? Bleached hair? Stupidity? Certainly not of style. Nice…pajamas.
The Master: Nice suit.
Moriarty: Westwood.
The Master: Oh, I’m sure it’ll look great in your coffin.
Moriarty: Nah. I’ll die someday. But eeny, meeny, miny, moe…oh! Looks like today’s your turn. Time’s up, Time Lor -
The Master: Shhhh. Shut it, you naive, human toddler. I’m hearing it, all my life I’ve been hearing it. But now, right this instant, it’s getting louder, the sound of -
*The Bee Gees’ Stayin’ Alive rings out from Moriarty’s pocket*

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Posted February 18, 2012 @ 20:36 VIA - SOURCE

221bgallifrey:

“No such thing as secrecy, I own secrecy. With Torchwood’s codes, I could blow up the Doctor and all his friends in alphabetical order. In a world of terror, the man with the key to killing the most feared being in all the cosmos is king. And honey, you should see me in a crown.”

Posted February 09, 2012 @ 08:32 VIA - SOURCE